It is mid may, late in the afternoon. It is a gloomy day the dark clouds block out the sun, holding back the brightness and hope for the day. All through the day the darkness hung in the air like a wet towel. Rain had just finished, for now, and was preparing for its next downpour. There I am walking along, listening to my music, as I daydream to myself. I...
*This is for the Winter Holidays Story Contest so please take the time to vote. Please enjoy and have a wonderful holiday season!* Chandler and Lauren Mison were a wonderful young couple who by all appearances were living the American dream. Chandler worked as a software developer. He was creative and used his imagination to create apps. The money was good...
Why did I do it…? Winona thought in her sad state, what was so special about those shoes? Winona was morbidly depressed. She was not allowed to leave her house just in case she might flee. I would do anything to not go to jail, anything. "Why me?" Winona interrupted her train of thought with a simple statement of anguish and sorrow. It was about 9:00...
The Gray Day part 1 A poem by Keith Douglas Alford The gray day fading into night, the past sliding away from me, to become just that. The hurt and the pain that blinded and made red, now fades and diminishes and becomes just another moment of heart ache. The longing for a different place, or just another time, have come and gone, replaced by my regrets o...
Dani Burns slowly woke up. Her head hurt, her mouth was dry and she could not seem to move either her legs or her arms. She was confused, and could not figure out what was wrong with her. Her last memory was of Alex parking the car across the street from the restaurant, and of her getting out and joining him so they could walk across the street. "Oh God,...
Here I stand, in the middle of the pavement, strangers pushing me aside and calling me to move on, shoulders touching mine. But I stand still, in my dark red summer dress that gets brushed by people's bags rushing by. I'm speechless, my throat dry, deaf to the city sounds, blind to anyone but the back of a tall, dark haired man that smoothly makes his way...
Class was finally over for Simon. He was just an average college student; despite trying to play the nice guy most of the time. On the way back from class Simon had noticed some homeless people, and one in particular. She seemed different from the other homeless people there; she had a glint of intelligence in her deep blue eyes that was rarely seen in the h...
Some people think of banking as boring, skull numbing and without excitement. Variable rate loans, loaded equities? Points down? Credit lines? Who could get turned on with terms like that? You either and you work there. So you have to make life interesting. Little games to get you through the day. Back to home without hurting anyone or without saying what yo...
Author's Note: This is the first chapter of hopefully an ongoing romance story. This is my first try at posting a story so I would really appreciate comments and feedback. Thanks everyone! -Deanna Chapter One: Daydreams and Nightmares "Remind me again why I agreed to this" I said to Danny as we made our way down the street. It was Saturday night and we we...
Patrick Hames was born to be a newspaper editor. He commanded the newsroom with a stern hand and he loved to scoop the competition. He also was a chauvinist pig and thought he was God's gift to women. Male reporters filled his key positions. He recently fired a female reporter, a beautiful Cajun named Lisa Benoit, after she told him she was pregnant. Human...